Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Iraq and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Scrapy to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Cale,
Eddi Front,
Johnny Osbourne,
Susan Cadogan,
The Evens,
Suicide,
Ice-T,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lucky Dragons,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cramps,
Ponytail,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Music Machine,
Ossler,
Suburban Knight,
The Standells,
Television,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skarface,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David McCallum,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gladiators,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ornette Coleman,
Quando Quango,
the Normal,
Althea and Donna,
Tubeway Army,
The Kinks,
Theoretical Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blancmange,
Duran Duran,
The Divine Comedy,
Smog,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Bar-Kays,
Bill Wells,
Jacques Brel,
Make Up,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rekid,
Sun Ra,
Patti Smith,
Gang Starr,
Hashim,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Hood,
Bronski Beat,
Barrington Levy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lalann,
Siglo XX,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Velvet Underground,
Popol Vuh,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.